I hate saying goodbye to things. I'm a self-diagnosed packrat. I get it from my Dad. He keeps everything, just in case he (or his great-great-great grand kids) might need it one day a hundred years in the future. ;) I have cards, trinkets, and random (and by random, I really DO mean RANDOM/ODD/WACKY/UNUSUAL, etc, etc) other odds-n-ends in various "special" locations around my room. In an effort to get rid of stuff, I've been throwing away items that are somehow "lesser". Don't worry, though, I'm not throwing away ALL my treasures! I still have plenty left if you ever want to see what kinds of things I deem as precious. lol.
I also keep old notes and papers from school. The other day, I reluctantly threw away my notes from my high school pre-calculus class. It is just so hard to get rid of something that represents so much of my time! I spent innumerable hours both in class and out of class studying from those notes! Each page became a friend to me and I feel like I'm somehow betraying them just to dump them in a trash bag. What would my pre-calculus teacher, Mr. McNeilus, think of my behavior! If he were dead, he'd roll over in his grave! (What do people do when they're not dead? 0.o) Those dear notes should at least have a decent ending... a burning, a tornado, or SOMETHING! But, alas, my rational side wags its finger at my sentimental side and insists that I leave them in the bag. *sigh*
My microbiology notes were a different story. You may be a bit shocked at my dedication (as am I) but I sure put effort into that class. (I have my dear nursing friend, Kasey Harden, to thank for that. She was an inspiration!) I spent hours rewriting my hastily scrawled notes from Dr. Foster's lectures onto sharp, white pages. I drew pretty pictures of cell walls, protozoans, and other such fascinating structures, and I reorganized the content in a way that my brain would best remember it. Aaah, they were beautiful! I lent them out time and time again in the following semesters as distressed nursing-program hopefuls came to me confused and disoriented regarding their microbiology class.
Well, you might have guessed it, I found them today. And my goal is to SIMPLIFY, remember? And, for me, that means THROWING THINGS AWAY! I mean, really, when will I need those notes again, anyway? I won't. If I ever have a question about parasites, I can google it. I patted the pages mournfully. "I'm sorry, dear notes, but it's time to say goodbye." I carefully placed them in the trash bag, gave them one final glance, and then went back to my sorting. But I just couldn't do it. I couldn't leave them there! I went back and got them out, trying to rationalize keeping them. But I couldn't do that, either. So I placed them back in. But a few minutes later I was back again. Argh! Finally, I had my solution. I would take a few pictures of them and then blog about them. THAT would be a fitting ending. At least they would be remembered and given their due credit. So here I am, blogging about my microbiology notes. (Yes, I do realize the absurdity of this post.)
I went through a similar process with my Calculus notes, though I wasn't quite as attached to those as I was to my micro notes. However, I took a picture of them too, so they could be honored as well. Oh, and the last picture - that's just for fun. I found it floating around in my post-07/08-school-year-box. I'm serious, you wouldn't believe the stuff I have stashed away, just for memories sake!
A page of my micro notes and a page of my calculus notes:
Happy Little Viruses! :D (specifically for Jen!)